Money
Money, pays the rent
but before the month is over
all your money’s spent.
Money, not the most important thing
but if you don’t make enough
you’ll be living on a shoestring.
Money, some have it all
they’re treated like royalty
while we worship their beck and call.
Money, with it you can be president
beware of false prophets
you’ll be wondering where your money went.
Money, it’s just fancy paper
you can’t even eat it
yet it’s a world shaper.
Money, it’s something we all need
but if you can’t get a job
you cannot succeed.
Money, it doesn’t seem fair
its exhausting making ends meet
living on hope and a prayer.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
Not to be confused with the Pink Floyd song, Money. Image: Google search from The Jetsons. Written for the prompt money with my friends at Poets United.
Interesting that we can’t eat, hope or prayer…and money doesn’t taste good, but it can buy something to eat. I think it is called a “necessary evil,” life is harder without it.
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It’s true, sometimes “hope” isn’t worth the breath taken to say it. Lol! And prayer, well, so many people and so many different religions, it can get mucked up in translation. Such is life.
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Loved your take on the prompt. Balance with money is very important in life, it can change entire scenario if imbalanced.
Cheers
MeenalSonal from AuraOfThoughts
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And it is unbalanced which is why things are the way they are. Thank you!
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I like your take on ‘Money’. Personally I feel money has some importance no doubt but it’s never all in all.
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I wish I could feel that way but for me, it’s a constant struggle which is why I write about it this way. There are not many areas of my life that it doesn’t interfere with.
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I am one of those on a shoestring, but I have love and a home and nature all around me. I like the last stanza a lot – living on hope and prayer.
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Every one of us knows the struggles of money. Not wanting to care about it, yet being forced to deal with it. When you get old and find out how much you’re really worth it’s a fatal blow. Lol! Thank you!
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I have resolved to die before I get old. I am 66 and counting. Yes it is hard not to think of money – you can’t buy food for free and electricity wants to be paid for. Even Oreos come with a price!
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I’m going to be 64 in May so we are in similar boats. I’m finding out how much I’m probably going to be living on in the near future and it’s not very comforting. When I was a young punk I used to say I would die before I turned 30. No one over 30 was worth anything. Now I cringe when I think of that. Lol!
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Yeppers. I think we all did that. I know my SS is pitiful…
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It’s a good thing we’re poets, used to living this way. Lol!
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To misquote Jimmy Buffet: I made enuff money to buy Miami but I pissed it all away. Lordy, when I was young, I was wealthy. Then I got married, got older….now I am poor. Thank goodness it doesn’t cost anything to write poetry!!!!
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I am the same way. Up until my late 40’s I had no money worries until now. Why now? Lol!
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This flows beautifully I especially like the end verse
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Thank you, Jae! Big hug!
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I am one of those on the shoestring budget. LOL. Thankfully, I am rich in everything other than money. Smiles.
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My bike rides are like a bank account that I use when I need it. Thank you, Sherry! Hugs!
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Love this! It is a swift moving thing, an exhausting thing–the need, the search for work, the “hope and a prayer.” You’ve written a song that reminds me of the WW1 song about landing an aircraft on “a wing and a prayer.” The repetition of money as the thing you are defining works wonderfully. Moving.
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Thank you, Susan! Your comment made my day. I remember now that you mentioned it “a wing and a prayer.” There’s probably some country and western songs like it too. Hee hee! Some nice work for this prompt from everyone. Hugs!
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